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My British Visit To The Lords & Commons.

By Uncle Monty.

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Glorious things we have spoken of great British men and

women and momentous events that now stand so sadly stiff

and frozen inside the parliamentary edifice of the House

of Lords and House of Commons at the palatial

Palace of Westminster.

As a broken and rudderless nation that we have become,

our glory is now completely dead. Our present is utterly

grim. And, our future is all but in ruins.

We have gone from what was once a proud and mighty

All-British Nation to one of a crude and depressing and

deadly country of all-things all-immigrant and all-foreign

in character and in essence due entirely to our sworn

political enemies from within. Our once proud nation has

been debilitated and gutted by the hideous ilk of Anthony

Blair to the ever-morose Gordon Brown that represent

all the modern and evil curse that is All-New Labour and

All-New Britain. I detest all that I see of them and

what they have done and what they still may do

while they control The Palace of Westminister.
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Beyond that, if I cold have taken 10,000 photographs in-

side the Lords and Commons while visiting there - thanks

entirely to Simon Hughes, M.P. and Norman Baker M.P.

and Simon's able parliamentary assistant Jake Beavan - I

still could not have recorded every thing I saw from the

massive historical paintings to the huge glittering chan-

deliers with coronets to the life-size bronze statues of

ex-British prime ministers to the long carved oak wall

panelling to the red and green leather upholstered chairs

with the gold palace seal embossed on each one of them

to the rare period writing desks to the extraordinary

stained glass windows and to the numerous oil

portraits of the Kings and Queeens of England. No

photography, however, was permitted me inside the

chambers and the parliamentary interior save for the

reception area before being escorted around the palace.

While seeing everything I saw made me quite proud,

it also made me truly sad to stand there inside the

British Parliament to know how far we have really

moved away from what we once was. Our present

history seems almost meaningless and empty

compared to where we have come from. We're

now so ghettoized and foreignized it's a crying

shame that makes England now so unEnglish!!

I detest that with all my heart and mind.

There was so much to see durng such a short time span

of perhaps 90 minutes inside the Palace of Westminister,

that it was impossible to absorb its whole historic entity

and expanse and elegance in the mind's eye. My good guide

and gracious host was Eric Miller and whose presentation

was worthy and who was overwhelmingly British in his

persona -and in his speech and his in dress.

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This Is What You See At The The British Parliament

Today. Question: How Did We Ever Land Up Like This?

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Getting to visit inside the Palace of Westminster was

something akin to a fortress or seizure mentality with
submachine gun carrying Brit cops (shown above) ready

at every entrance and exist to the British Parliament.
It’s all rather pathetic really and a total overkill, although

not quite as gross as the U.S. Congress at Capital Hill at

where three or four parameter rings of Federal armed

security agents makes it almost impregnable for the

ordinary and uninvited American voter to casually visit

with their own U.S. Senator and/or elected Congress

memeber while at Washington, D.C. And like at the

White House, U.S. military personnel and FBI sharp-

shooters clutter the rooftops of The Capitol. There

is no democracy in state security. It feeds on itself

and expands arbitrarily to become more and more a

mindless law unto itself and at where false evidence

is oftentimes concocted to justify its killing presence.
Seizure mentality is always the friend of the secutity

goon squad, be they Limey or Yankee.

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No wonder a few weeks ago police CS gas was readily used

inside our British Parliament for the first time ever in all

its centuries of history at the Palace of Westminster to gas

and then quell some modern dunken and rowdy visitors.

What I thought we had of about 560 Members of Parlia-

ment turns out to actually be 760 of them thesedays!!

All too many of them, however, seem to be more inter-

ested in what they can personally gain as members

than what they can give to the country and to truly

serve the people or constituents that elected them

for the life time of what every political party of the

day is in unaccountable power until they are forced

to come up for re-election in the UK. It's primarily a

free gravy train for many of the MPs of today who

have turned their elected position into an open bank

account for themselves at, of course, the expense

of the already over-taxed and oppressively

burdened British taxpayer.

The culture of greed is all alive,

and very well, at the Palace of Westminster

like is it is among so many of those fly-by-night

financial creeps at The City and at London's Carney

Wharf and the Stock Exchange. As for the 760 MPs,

I wondered how they could all be crammed or fitted

into such small size chambers that I saw of the inside

of the Lords and the Commons. Perhaps they sit on each

other's lap? I guess, too, that when the palace was built

centuries ago, we perhaps had only about half of the

number of MPs then compared to what we now

have in these negative political times of dreadful

British New Labour and their venal henchmen. The

democratic idea that if we elect more representat-

ives of, and for, the people, that somehow we have

better representation in parliament of their concerns

and needs doesn't necessarily follow in reality. Like

the church, especially the Church of England, it in-

sists on appointing more and more bishops that

in reality only encumbers the church and neither

better represents the Anglican laity nor its clergy

any better than with fewer bishops at the reli-

gious helm. So the more MPs we have, it seems

to me, the more cumbersome becomes democracy

with all too many elected talking heads yakking

away over nothing or patting each other on their

stupid head. Too many cooks, spoil the broth,

yes? Not to mention the sheer cost and waste

of more of them, be they MPs or bishops or

cooks!! But even more expensive are those

who are elected crooks ...

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Uncle Monty w/guide Eric Miller.

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To get inside parliament, one must also pass though airport-style security and have one’s mugshot taken and your person searched. No public toilets are available to visitors until at least half way thru the guided tour that was conducted in my case by the before-mentioned urbane Eric Miller, who has only been doing such for the past three months. He’s a retired British civil servant, he told me. Thankfully, no mobile phones can be used during the Visitor Route and must be shut off. I only wish those God-damn and menacing cellphone users were ban everywhere. They invade my quiet space at every turn with every Tom, Dick and Harry armed with such electronic gadgets that now creates a nation of nameless zombies that forever talk and talk about nothing all day and every day from morning 'til night. I hope the Chinese military will one day zap all mobiles to make then absolutely useless for future generations. I hate all cellphones - period. I don't have any desire even to own one, let alone ever to use.

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My public note of many thanks to Simon Hughes, M.P. and Norman

Baker, M.P, along with Simon’s able parliamentary assistant Jake

Beavan, for sponsoring my memorable and first and British visit to

the palatial Lords and Commons. Without them, I would not have

seen inside parliament like I did. Again, thanks ever so much ...

I thoroughly enjoyed my visit thanks also to Eric Miller’s

insightful presentation of the history of the Palace

of Westminister. Thanks to you Eric, too ...

View of Big Ben and London Eye from inside UK Parliament.